All Hell Broke Loose.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

Blind Mouths! That Scarce Themselves Know How To Hold A Sheep-hook.

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.

Reason Is Also Choice.

Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible.